The Garden Scene

Turn my head to the garden bed
Nod to my cavalry
All is quiet and peaceful beneath the moon

Every sword is cast and adorned with subtle mystery
Our position safe and hedged with yews

And we don't find it askew or precarious
To fight in the morning
We'll bow our heads
Bury our dead
Curtain up on the garden scene

All my nerves are insecure
I sleep through to the morn
Day rears; I unsheathe my shears to prune

My first strike is bold and likely more than I should dare
Heaven, redeem me and all that's bare

So we can laugh and gasp at the sight of it
The petals from a gambit

Don't hold your breath but there's growth in death
In the drama of the garden scene

Now I didn't make you but I raised you by my side
Beneath sun and star
Now we have our best plans laid
Maker and made
Final act of the garden scene

Oh, we can do our best to keep dancing
Leave the rest up to chance and
Now we're done
Water and sun
Curtain call on the garden scene
Curtain call on the garden scene
Curtain call on the garden scene